I was on my way
towards Gulshan circle-2 on a rickshaw. I noticed
that there was a small jam ahead of me as most
of the cars and CNGs were moving on the rickshaw's
side of the road. The whole right side, (the faster
lane), was empty. As I got closer, I saw that
there was water everywhere on that side and hence,
the cars were avoiding the small river that had
taken form in order to prevent their engines from
stalling. As I got closer to the source of the
water, I saw this huge pump pumping dirty water
out from a man-hole. There were about five people,
all of them labourers of some sort, keenly observing
the gaping hole in the road. They were cleaning
the line but in doing so, they were making a pool
that was fast taking over the road. By then, a
big jam had taken form and I could hear honking
and swearing all around. It is the common practice
of the Dhaka-ites that while fixing something,
they always end up creating a mess.
IHK, Gulshan 2
Banks give them too!
I buy something, I always fail to check the change
the salesmen return to me. As a result I end up
having a lot of 'chera taka' (torn notes) taped
up carefully to fool people like me who are forgetful
and always in a hurry. I have been warned repeatedly
by my family members to check each note that I
get as change from rickshaw pullers, CNG or cab
wallahs as well as salesmen. But what I didn't
realise is that I also have to be careful of getting
chera taka from banks as well. Last week I got
a Tk.500 note from one of the most well-known
government banks taped so cleverly that it was
hard to notice that there was anything wrong with
it. I only found out when I went to buy something,
and the salesman flatly refused to accept my torn
notes. Of course I had to go back to the bank
to change the notes, but the bank didn't want
to believe that they had given me the faulty notes.
This wasn't the first time I received money that
was damaged. Yesterday, when I went to the bank
to deposit a cheque, I saw a man arguing with
the bank employee saying that he had received
chera taka a few times from the bank. The employee
refused to take responsibility for the accusation.
He insisted that the man must have got it from
somewhere else but was trying to shift the blame
on the bank to tarnish its reputation. Well, I
knew better so I corroborated the man's claim.
Since two of the bank's clients had the same complaint,
the employee grudgingly changed the note. I wanted
to share my experience to caution the readers
of this magazine to carefully examine the money
they get from anyone, whether a salesman, a rickshaw
puller or even a bank officer.
The other day I was working on
one of the shared computers in my office. As I
was merrily typing away I felt like I was being
watched--even worse, I had the strange suspicion
that someone was breathing down my neck! I turned
around only to see a sleazy, scary looking man
standing right over me staring at me without speaking.
I was momentarily at a loss for words because
the look in his eyes was anything but friendly
or cordial. In fact, he looked like he wanted
to kill me! When I asked him if he was waiting
for the computer he merely nodded slightly, still
giving me death-looks. I cannot understand what
the reason for this hostility was, but I am only
to come to the conclusion that he was angry that
a “lowly” woman dared to make him wait or maybe
he was just very possessive about the computer.
Either way, there is no excuse for his attitude.
He had probably never had to speak to a woman
properly in his life, and therefore did not feel
the need to be polite. People, if you don't know
how to communicate with members of the opposite
sex PROPERLY, please don't bother getting jobs
and subjecting the rest of us to your stupidity.
Stay at home and spare us all, because women in
Dhaka are definitely very much “in”
the work force now, and we are not going anywhere!